[chuchutrain]: 63.A Writing Competition.February, 2006

((A/N: This was written for A Writing Competition hosted by [Akayume]. It is for February, 2006. I read through it and it's alittle weirdly written, but I like it. That's what I get for writing this when I'm a quarter asleep...anywho. Word Count- 302. Enjoy.))

I laid there utterly confused and weak. My mind couldn’t process anything and it seemed as if it was entering a state of nonchalance, maybe bliss? No this situation is no where near bliss. It’s hell. I’ve been stuck here for 10 days now, and my body used up the last of my water supply this morning, this is not good. Just as I opened my eyes to stare into the sun it hit me like a brick, I’m going to die. Now could you call this bliss? Nope, still not even close. Sitting up I looked out into the ocean and groaned, who knew that saying was so true. Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink, or something along those lines. Well, what am I to do now? Wait for the bitter-sweetness of death? Or should I try and save myself, but how? I don’t have anything to help me either. It was only supposed to take a day! I reach up touching my lips as they grow dry and begin to crack. This is going to be the longest days of my life. Nothing to do but what to die of dehydration, sad isn’t it? Maybe I’m just being irrational and jumping to conclusions, maybe I’m just being stupid and there’s nothing to worry about. I highly doubt it, maybe someone will come and rescue me. I also highly doubt that because I don’t even know if this island is chartered. So here’s where it ends, on an island, alone. Wow, that’s morbid. I always pictured my death to be somewhat happy, with all my loved ones, when I’m old and bitter towards the world. That would be the life, guess things just don’t work out for some. Well then, here’s good bye to the world. Good bye.



© 2006 Stephanie Chu